one day you will be brand new: healed.

[putthekettleonlove]

that wave of sadness creeping up on you out of nowhere is always such a weird feeling. like you can practically feel it resting itself on your shoulders

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

[foxeia]

Anastasia

[foxeia]

Hayley Andersen

[foxeia]

Mathilde Ravn

[petaltexturedskies]

Marie Howe, from Magdalene afterwards in "Magdalene: poems"

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. I: 1931-1934

[foxeia]

Fulya Celik

[klaasfoto]

Nozem, 2022.

[siyahbeyazhayaller2]

[saltyocean]

izzie farr

[seraphinesaintclair]

Sara Teasdale, “Summer Night, Riverside”

[icharous]

[pandor4-deactivated20120302]

[what-iz-life]

Dtop letting people consume you. they didn’t call? go to sleep. they didn’t message you? put your phone down and have a better day. they left you on read? delete the conversation. they didn’t make an effort? match their energy. never let your happiness depend on anyone.

[feral-ballad]

I was not the woman who breaks into pieces under the blows of abandonment and absence, who goes mad, who dies. Only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest I was well. I was whole, whole I would remain. To those who hurt me, I react giving back in kind. I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.

Elena Ferrante, tr. by Ann Goldstein, from The Days of Abandonment

[feral-ballad]

Anne Michaels, from Skin Divers; “Skin Divers”